My thoughts are probably intolerable to most of you, but I love sitting in the morning thinking about what you all propose. Even if not read, I have the indulgent illusion of being in a conversation, and what better way than a simple conversation at sunup to color the rest of the day. So, on love, heartbreak and time…
Others beside love; hope, faith, these and other privileged ideo/emotional complexes seem to provide this: a space of promise. In each, a potent unity of idea and emotion that serve to psychologically distance a person from a changing world, the partition assigning the outside world adjustment, doubt and entropy; leaving everything inside so “free of contamination” that it feels like time itself is the lover’s private courier, each wonderfully subtle division of time with a unique love note.
Non-action has been referred to here at THINQon, and may throw light on the problem of love-loss and time-loss happening in unison. Non-action would stop the delicate geographical activity that makes a space for the occurance of love as possession. There comes heartbreak so without this love activity, because the possesive lover no longer has access to the possessed beloved, and since the artificial space of possessed love still remains even though the beloved has escaped, what is left is once enchanted time, but now without enchantment. Flat, inert and unbearable.
Perhaps a closer look would surprise with a little real hope, revealing that heartbreak can’t harm love at all. The absolutely immune love that binds us together as one can never permit loss, the only loss the lover’s attachments and mental constructs. A lover who must possess, if she or he loses control of the possessed, the beloved, then the pain would be nothing but the loss of the artificially bordered topography that infers time carries promise.
Vast love. Being not-active, when we’re being inactive we’re dwarfed by a love far beyond our capabilities or understandings as a person. It takes courage to face because we incorrectly feel like we aren’t doing anything, not loving, not being loved, and that we have no affect on the future. Affective time has seemingly stopped in this broader love. The pain of loss (if you accept the above) would be pathological because rather than love diminishing, as we feel has happened, love has grown. Unable to expand into vast love, the possessive lover without the possessed beloved is left only with time intolerable, inert.
